Mirror The Traitor

Just wait, is this me Well, all those years who did I see All the time I spent staring at you And the beauty staring back I knew Suddenly it’s not me Hair is balding, Eyes are squinting, Lips are twitching, Forehead creased in wonder Is this me old and withered I wish I had a Magic Mirror

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